Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2554 | 2020-04-02 03:48:30 | 108.15 | 100% |
| 689 | 2017-10-29 19:32:07 | 88.11 | 97% |